i actually like my job! i like being in the real estate world. i am learning so much every single hour and i love that there is room to grow. i don't know if going the sales agent route is my thing yet, though. i am just enjoying the office managment stuff, and the drama. OH, the drama.
lately, the xmas debacle has been upsetting me again. case scenario: J and i raised $200 by selling our things in CA, and we were planning on giving that to a family in nola that i know lost everything. during xmas day, there were 9 people at my mom's house (and 3 cats). the money was in a white envelope in the back room, which was also the room with a ridiculous amount of candy. everyone went back there, alone, to get candy. some people made multiple trips. the day after xmas, the white envelope and the $$$ were both gone. i asked everyone, and the 2 people i couldn't ask, i had my brother ask (his gf and her 14 year old daughter). NO ONE CONFESSED. the cats didn't take it. someone did. was it my friend from college? my brother's partner? the kid? it wasn't me, it wasn't my gf, it wasn't my mom or dad or sister - i know that. but someone took it, someone close to my family, close enough to be there for xmas. someone that close to me stole money from me.
J says i have to let it go, that it's gone and it's not coming back. but so is my sense of safety, and that's bullshit. can i trust any of the 9 to be in my house? do i have to lock up my things now?
SOMEONE TOOK IT. AND YOU ARE KEEPING IT FROM ME. AND THAT SUCKS.
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Check out Occam's Razor.
The simplest, most obvious explanation is likely the correct one.
Weigh the possibility that the money is lost against the possibility that it was stolen. It stands to reason that it was missplaced, given that the pool of "suspects" are your friends and family.
I wasn't me or M or V. I know that.
For Mom, Dad or Jill to do it would be way out of character.
Your girlfriend? Doubt it.
J? I don't know her all that well, but she's been a friend of yours for quite a while. This wouldn't make sense.
The money's either lost (and you should take J's advice and "get over it") or it is misplaced (and will reappear eventually).
i know, i should... but i saw it that night and i haven't seen it since. why would that happen? why? grrrrr.
It was me...I confess. I took it all plus your vibrator, plus the bottle of wine. It's all me...sorry.
I dunno Lori...I tend to agree with your bro on this one.
The folks you mention aren't the most likely thieves...perhaps there was a person you forgot? Perhaps the money wasn't there in the first place.
I know I know how sure you probably are - but go back and think. Hard.
It does suck. I remember you selling off all that stuff. Grrr.
For my own sanity, I must say this: every single day, I looked at that envelope. It was sitting under a Hello Kitty (empty) wallet. It was there in the morning. It was gone the next day. It was stolen. I know I should just get over it, but someone at my mom's house for the holiday STOLE from me. Someone I know. I can't let it go, it's too personal. Too close to, uh, home.
Damn you Katia!
You are making declamatory statements that are not backed by facts. You're condemning M, V and Miss Newmar as thieves and, from what I understand, no one has yet to tear up that (very messy) back room at Mom's house to see if the envelope is somwhere in there.
Do you want me to go down to Norton and rummage through the room or would you rather cast aspersions and hatch conspiracy theories?
Uh, actually, I've gone through it ALL. I am not accusing anyone - I mean, do I really believe that anyone at dinner could or would take it? You are my family and friends! Of course you wouldn't steal from me!
But yet it is gone. That feels terrible! Imagine how it would feel if it happened to YOU! Any of you! Look, I know where it was and it was gone. I went through that room, I packed it and unpacked it and searched - do not take me for a fool who does sloppy work.
This was charity money I raised. I am not one to misplace money. Do I think my brother, my friend, a teenage child of my brother's life partner, my brother's GF of 8, 9 years would pocket money I raised for a family devastated by a hurricane (the same one that threw my own life for a nosedive)? Would my sister, my mother, my father thieve from me? Would anyone there really take it? But still it is gone.
Would you be able to sleep easy if, after a dinner party, something you worked so hard for was missing?
I do not cast accusations at any individual. I do not believe you would take from me. I spent 2 days searching.
Does money have legs? Does it escort itself out of doors? Does it travel alone?
But you singled out M, V and Julie while acquitting your girlfriend and your immediate family. Read your original post. ('was it my friend from college? my brother's partner? the kid?')
M and V wouldn't steal second base from a blind pitcher.
A coupla years ago M, V and I went to NYC for a weekend during April vacay. I brought some malfunctioning watches to be fixed in the city (don't ask... might've been Marta's idea, actually).
I remember distinctly leaving the watches on the TV in the hotel room. They were in a leather pouchy kinda thing.... like a purse. Anyway, we never took the malfunctioning watches to the city. A few days later we are back at home and, bam-pow, the watches are a-goner. Brains are wracked. Steps are traced and re-traced. I place alternating angry and polite phone calls to the hotel, insinuating at times that the cleaning staff might have been involved as the watches were sitting out in broad daylight. They were questioned. "No, sir. There is no indication that the watches were taken by our staff. We apologize.. blah blah blah"
We figured they were gone. Just 'gone'. Lost or stolen, we could prove neither. And it sucked. My favorite watch was gone as was one M got as a gift from her mother. Probably a couple hundered bucks worth of watches.
Eight months later, I'm getting ready for a business trip and, as I usually do, I put my hand through all the pockets and nooks and crannies in my rollaway bag. What's this? Something lumpy?
Bingo. Watches in a leather pouch. D'oh.
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